Beckett P.O.V

I walked to school in silence, not bothering to wait until Eric caught up with me. He puffed along as I strode, scowling as I walked. I want to kill the man, was the only thought running through my head, I want to kill him with my bare hands. Eric was talking away, earning a nod from me every so often when he looked up at me to see if I was listening to him.
He was saying that his mother was trying to transfer him to a private, Catholic school- which probably would have been better for him. The chubby boy sighed, his hands going up to wipe his sweating face.

"I just think, Beckett, what my life would be like if I wasn't controlled by her, you know? Do you think if be happier?" He asked, his eyes lighting up as I turned to look at him. I sighed, trying to think of a less harsh way to answer his question. The boy depended on me to think for him, and I was beginning to run of of thoughts to provide him with.

"I don't know, Eric. I don't know how your mother treats you, I can't say how I think that you'd feel. You know whether things are right or works yourself, you don't need me to tell you." I said, directing my eyes back in front of me. He chuckled, sighing, kicking a rock out in front of him. It hit a tyre of a resting car, bouncing off into the sunset. He shook his head, biting the dry skin from his lips.

"Sometimes, she comes into my room, and begs me to come into her bed. I swear that she still thinks that I'm four- I protest, but she yells at me. She controls what I eat, what I watch on tv, she tries to stop me wearing clothes like this. I'm sick and tired of being treated like I'm a little kid, I'm almost eighteen!" He shouted, kicking another rock a little more violently than before.

"Calm down, Eric. It's almost time. I'm just going through some things in my mind, I have a few more things to go through. Just, hold on." I said, as we neared the school gates.

A thick layer of frost covered the grass around us, Ronald's car wasn't in his usual spot. I rolled my eyes, hoping that he'd call in sick. If anything, I hoped that he did have a heart attack whilst he slept. It would make my family's life a lot easier, especially my Bryan's and my mother's.
Thinking about the little blonde boy, the cut on his cheek, make my hands ball into fists. I wanted to hurt Ronald for putting his scummy hands on that little one. Bryan meant the world to me, more so than the other little ones. The other three were perfect, excluding Bryan. He just needed love, and I would love him dearly until the end of my days. Thinking about his face made me smile- and I was never one to smile. I felt like we were the same, sometimes. Misunderstood, dwindling, disappointments.

"Beckett?" Eric asked as we walked through the front doors.

"Yes, Eric?" I asked with an exasperated sigh.

"What would happen to me if I killed her?" He asked, giggling wickedly.
I considered the fact that Eric really was not capable of being a part of my plans, as his maturity levels were not up to my standard. He didn't understand that he couldn't just go around killing his mother left right and centre, although, the bitch did deserve something along those lines.

"Matricide gets you around twenty to forty years in prison. Do you really want to sacrifice your life for that?" I asked, raising my eyebrow, looking at him from the corner of my eye. He giggled, rubbing his hands together, I chewed the inside of my mouth. Most days, I regretted befriending Eric- he really wasn't cut out for rational thinking. But, he was an essential part of my plan. The creepy little boy could do most things sneakily, and that element was essential.
"I urge you to think about that Eric." I added, just before the bell sounded. I pointed up to the ceiling, Eric looked down at the floor.
My first class of the day was mathematics, a class that Eric wasn't allowed to join. He was much to infantile for that, as he couldn't recite his times-tables. He shook his head, sombrely walking away from me, towards his least favourite class. Reading.
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I sat at the back of the class, stumping in my seat. I didn't like to play attention in mathematics, as I felt like I already knew most of it. The teacher's voice was dull, and the rest of the class was just as bad. The only highlight, was the fact that Robert joined me on the back row. He was a delight, the devilish way that he talked about his twin amused me. He really did hate the boy, and I guessed that he had done for some time.

"Beckett, I swear, I'm losing it. It's James. I-I can't take it anymore! I just want to shoot-"
He was seething, spit flying from his mouth. I put a hand on his shoulder, feeling his body rose when he breathed in.

"Calm down, Robert. I promise you, that it is near. I've never been so sure of it in my entire life. I need you to hang on in there," I said, my skeletal finger pointing to his head  keeping my tone low. He regulated his breathing, looking up at me with hopeful eyes. He nodded, I patted him on the back.
If there wasn't anything that I would do to maintain the loyalty of my members. I would go to any measure, to make sure that they would and could obey orders. I couldn't have events happening spontaneously, it would take away from the theatrics of the grand finale.
He turned back to his desk, his head down, focusing on the workbook in front of him. I looked ahead of me, hands behind my head, stretching my legs out. I didn't see the need in doing any work- after the grand finale, I wouldn't need mathematics anyway.
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As soon as the lesson ended, I found myself instantly making my way to the front door. I managed to shake Robert, who was tending to his new acquaintance Annaliese. The two seemed to be attached to each other, and in all honesty, I thought that their pairing was quite cute. I wasn't going to stay at school, I was going to go home, and think.

Eric was probably trying to find me, and would be freaking out without me by his side. He always found himself lost when I wasn't stood next to him, his chubby little world would be coming to an end. I smiled to myself, walking briskly, getting off the school site as quickly as I possibly could.
I had a long afternoon of drugs, pacing, and drugs. If provoked, I'd bash Ronald's obese brains in. Or, I'd go for the easier option- slip a little poison into his beer for good fun. I smiled to myself, listening to the leaves crunch under my boots as I walked.

I loved the October breeze, it made me feel like I was still living. As the days slowly ticked by, I found a little piece of myself dying. My will to live, my ambitions, my soul. I shook my head, rolling my eyes. Soulless leaders are the best leaders, I said to myself. Leaders don't leave their flock without notice, a voice in my head said. I growled, my nails digging into my legs through my pockets. I hated that little doubtful voice in my head, it always made it harder for me to control everything. I was a control freak as it was, and losing that would send my world hurtling into an abyss.

Shuddering, I walked faster, getting home quicker than I imagined. Looking around, I noticed that Ronald's car wasn't parked in the drive. Smiling, happy that I would be alone, I unlocked the front door, stepping inside. The silence of the house was enchanting, my boot hitting a toy truck before I closed the door behind myself. I sent it hurtling into the darkness, not caring about where it went. I hung my coat up, shaking my head, smoothing my fringe out of my eyes. I didn't bother to take off my boots, heading upstairs, the steps screaming underneath me.
The house always seemed to be alive to me whenever I was alone. It was probably because I alone, and was paranoid as it was. Shrugging to myself, I jogged up them, walking contentedly towards my room.

Standing in the doorway, something felt off. Somebody had been inside, and Hell broke loose when people went into my room without permission. I couldn't go inside. My eyes frantically searched for the answer to my internal question, what was out of place? Plucking up the courage to go in, I hurried over to the left side of my bed, prying up the floorboard with my bare hands. My journal was still there, my small metal box was still there. I breathed a sigh of relief, resting my hand there to make sure that both things were still real. After a moment or two, I took the metal box from the hole in the floor, slowly sliding the board back into its place. I stamped on it, just to make sure that it was well and truly down, before I did anything else.
I sat down on the edge of my bed, popping the lid off the box. There was a clear plastic bag inside, filled with white powder. Grinning, I took it out, resting the metal box on my bed. Turning to my bedside table, I tipped a little out, sealing the bag. I used one of Ronald's old ID cards to cut the powder into neat rows, opening the drawer to find a one dollar note. I rolled it up tightly, resting it at the end of one of the lines.

Closing my eyes, I put the note to my nose, inhaling as I dragged it along the two lines. I closed my eyes, tilting my head up, taking in a deep breath. My world was about to become a lot more calmer, meaning that I could find the issue with my room in a less-edgy way.
I slipped the box under my pillow, vowing to put it back into its spot later on- knowing that I would forget anyway.

Shaking my head, I put my hands behind my back, checking every inch of my room. I'll find it, I said to myself, over and over again. I chewed the inside of my mouth, eyes scanning every inch of my room. The thought that somebody had been in here without my permission would haunt me until I found it. I mumbled under my breath, heading over to my desk. That was it. Somebody had touched my journal. I began to seethe, balling my hands into fists. Picking it up, I examined it, hoping that whoever it was hadn't read it. Shaking it, a small piece of paper falling to the floor. I crouched down, turning it over in my hand.

It was a drawing, lovingly done in blue and red crayon- two little stickmen, one taller than the other, holding hands. Bryan.
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Song Of The Chapter- Glamorous Glue by Morrissey

A.N
I hate work I hate work I hate work....

It's so stressful, it makes me unmotivated to work on my stories or my college work ):
And I'm proud of my boyfriend for being a faithful one <3

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